War

Folder: 
Pretense

Whilst all’s brought to light,

Life isn't given without a fight,
What could initialize...
T
houghts untold curses to materialize?


Running out by mere fate,
Sole epitome as subtle bait,
Why the inevitable is undermined,
All we do is over timed,


Defenders of the good,
Preservers of the meek,
An event so preliminary,
Is situationally magnifique,


Ramification of the soul,
Shan’t be nothing more,
Thence grey and grounded,
Not energetically astounded,


If peeps oust hollers,
I
’ll ring you with collars,
And if the fun shall run wriggle to the pop,
Then each in turn will mark your crop,


Now go to the bunkers and sleep in wonders,
For tomorrow begins of sounds and sunders…

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